That is another simple sin in you, to bring the ewes and the rams together and to offer to get your living by the copulation of cattle; to be bawd to a bellwether and to betray a she-lamb of a twelvemonth to a crooked-pated old cuckoldly ram, out of all reasonable match.

Here comes young Master Ganymede, my new mistress’s brother.

No jewel is like Rosalind.

Her worth being mounted on the wind, Through all the world bears Rosalind.

All the pictures fairest lined Are but black to Rosalind.

Let no fair be kept in mind But the fair of Rosalind.

I’ll rhyme you so eight years together, dinners and suppers and sleeping hours excepted.